Tomorrow I venture into the ocean cave. Remember when we killed ten bears with nothing but our hands and a set of butterfly knives? Too often I have eaten flaming barrels of ants while screaming obscenities. It’s a good thing you have that invisible cape, or I don’t know how we’d be international spies. When should we replace our bone skeletons with those of platinum?
© 2010 Adrianne
Spam Poetry: #2
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As with #1, from a correspondence with Dennis Conrow.
This kind of reminds me of Russell Edson’s work. I like it :)